The low hum of jazz and murmured conversations filled the air.The club was luxurious, filled with men who had more money than they knew what to do with.

You learned the rules quickly: smile, entertain, let them think they had a chance. But no one really did. Because he wouldn’t allow it.

Bang Chan sat in his usual spot, legs spread casually, his dark eyes were locked on you, unwavering, intense—watching your every move

And then someone stood in front of you—an unfamiliar face. He leaned in, flashing his wealth, offering more than most could dream of just for a night in your company.

You didn’t even get the chance to respond.

“She’s not available.”

The man blinked, turning to the source.

Bang Chan hadn’t moved from his seat, he swirled his drink lazily, the ice clinking against the glass. His sharp jaw tensed just slightly, but you knew better than to mistake his stillness for patience.

The man scoffed. “I don’t see a ring on her finger.”

Bang Chan chuckled, setting his glass down before leaning forward, “You don’t need to. She’s already taken.” His eyes flicked to you, expectant. Daring you to deny it.

Your lips parted, but the man in front of you wasn’t smart enough to back down.

“What? You think throwing money around means you own her?” The man sneered.

Bang Chan shook his head with a smirk before reaching into his suit pocket. He then tossed a thick stack of cash onto the table. The sheer weight of it made the glasses rattle.

“That’s for tonight.” His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it, sharp as a blade. “Triple if you make sure everyone in this place knows—she belongs to me.”

The man hesitated, but one look at Bang Chan’s dangerous smirk told him he wasn’t just some rich businessman playing games. He was something else. Something deadly. Without another word, he turned and left.

Bang Chan stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his suit before reaching for you.

“Come here, baby.” His voice was softer now, but there was no mistaking the authority in it.